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I walk along the clouds of life, I visit your turmoil, visit you strife.

I see the pain in humanities eyes, as she tells the world her beautiful lies.

I hear the grief in voices cold, enduring hurt from pain of old.

I touch the wounds of choices long ago, that follow you ... won't let you go.

I taste the tears of every race.

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These words are so in line with the way I've been feeling lately that it gives me chills.